Quotes About Chatter

The universe was alive with staccato radio chatter and art and curiosity and wonder and change.

People talk a lot but they rarely say anything.

Poetry is the least imposition on silence in a world of chatter.

Joseph thought he knew the plants that had sought out the twitterers, and those that had risen for the wren, or a fern that turned, not to the sun, but toward the chatter of the chickadee, so quick were the petals of its song, so sharp so plentiful so light, so showy in their symmetry, so suddenly in shade.

What deadens us most to God's presence within us, I think, is the inner dialogue that we are continually engaged in with ourselves, the endless chatter of human thought.

Whenever my mom talks too much, I say she has Pac-man of the mouth.

That vervey spontaneity became encounter theater therapy under the direction of the Marquis de Paar, who was peerless at grittily vapid chatter, misty bathos, and scenery-chewing controversy. Dick Cavett, who wrote for Paar, said that working for him was like having an alcoholic in the family.

He spent a lot of time flying. He learnt to communicate with birds and discovered that their conversation was fantastically boring. It was all to do with wind speed, wing spans, power-to-weight ratios and a fair bit about berries. Unfortunately, he discovered, once you have learnt birdspeak you quickly come to realize that the air is full of it the whole time, just inane bird chatter. There is no getting away from it.

Together with a monopoly in everything else, the Government in Russia has assumed a monopoly of nonsense; ordering everyone to be silent, it chatters itself without ceasing.

Gossiping and squawking for no reason is really pointless.

The human mind has often been compared to a hyper-active chattering monkey who refuses to stop moving or shut up.

A long-tongued, babbling gossip.

He doth nothing but talk of his horse.

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Quand je bois, cela rend les gens bavards.

For centuries in Britain, the small-talk standby has been the weather.

Sometimes you actually get caught in the web of things where people are talking about... what kind of breakfast cereal you like.

It seems there's always another rumor about my life; some people are simply talked about more than others.

the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea. As

Anne talked Matthew and Marilla half-deaf over her discoveries. Not that Matthew complained, to be sure; he listened to it all with a wordless smile of enjoyment on his face; Marilla permitted the chatter until she found herself becoming too interested in it, whereupon she always promptly quenched Anne by a curt command to hold her tongue.

No one's words can compete with this mercilessly powerful rain. The only thing that can compete with the sound of this rain, that can smash this deathlike wall of sound, is the shout of a man who refuses to stoop to this chatter, the shout of a simple spirit that knows no words.

You know women when they get talking. They don't stop for anything but unconsciousness.

We talk about things. We talk about nothing.

making calls, jotting notes as the chatter spilled over the glass walls of the small office tucked in a corner of the newsroom. Experienced